Chapter 85 Saint Sun Gen [Please order first] (Fourth update)
In the early morning of October 6, 1444 in the Imperial Calendar, there were still 440 miles away from Castle Joan of Arc.
A sharp whistle sounded in the camp. It was already time for morning prayers. According to the itinerary, the majority of the citizens of the Papal States would get up at this time.
The golden sun peeked out, and milky white smoke rose from under the food tent to the sky.
The senators of the Papal States walked out of the thatched hut, sullen their faces, tried their best to maintain their dignity, blew the whistles in their mouths, and ordered the fifty or sixty citizens under their command to get up.
Soldiers wearing black cloaks walked out of the camp, and villagers wearing various clothes also walked out of the huts.
Shivering, they formed several rows in the cool air, and under the leadership of the elders, walked towards the food tent.
It’s a new day.
Morning prayer, horse feeding, singing, breakfast.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner, almost becoming a mechanical life.
Most of the villagers have somewhat adapted to this kind of life where they don't need to think too much.
There are no ruffians looking for trouble, no noble priests collecting taxes, no need to think about what to do tomorrow.
As long as ten households listen to hundreds of households, and hundreds of households listen to the pope, and work honestly, they will be rewarded and promoted.
At this moment, the center of power of the entire Great Papal Kingdom, the great Holy Grandson, the Eye of God, the Chosen Pope, the Grand Marshal, and the first champion of the Special Knights Tournament - His Majesty Horn, is sitting at this moment On the carriage, I was sniffling and eating dry biscuits.
His thighs were wrapped with herbs, and he was even pulling out the barbs on his chin with a grin on his face.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Holy Sunson, Your Majesty the Holy Sunson." A public farmer came through the crowd and waved to Horn.
Two Guardsmen immediately stopped him with their spears.
Across the crossed spears, the public farmer asked: "Your Majesty, where is Mr. Knight Danji going? He made an appointment to eat roast rabbit at my place yesterday."
"Danji didn't make it to the rope bridge. He left early. It's okay. You will see each other again in the future."
"That's a pity. I left half a rabbit leg for him." Gongbo Nong clicked his tongue, holding the half rabbit leg, and walked towards the hundred households where he was.
Looking at the departing figure, Horn turned to look at the gathering elders.
"Is there anything unusual?"
"I watched the sky last night and found that the Emperor's Star was swaying. This is really an ominous sign." One of the senators said worriedly.
"There were no stars last night? Get out of here, I'll talk to His Majesty the Pope." Pushing aside the senator who was talking nonsense, another skinny senator reported, "We have nothing to do with these ten households. The problem is that the weather is getting colder, so we need to put on more clothes. Many people are catching colds. "
"Okay, Madeleine, Madeleine! Don't tinker with your needlework. You can't learn it. Go call a tailor. Team, make everyone a cloak or a vest or something. Well, to differentiate, let’s make a vest.”
"Okay."
"Is there anything else? If nothing happens, we will set off according to yesterday's plan."
According to the rules and regulations designed by Horn, when setting up camp every afternoon, twenty A senator, two heads of households, and two army commanders were all discussed in the camp.
After determining tomorrow's marching order and defense situation, each will make arrangements in advance. The morning meeting the next morning will be used to make small adjustments.
Of course, as the Pope, Horn's command power is also unlimited, so when the whistle blows, the whole country must listen to me.
"Then, let's set off."
As the whistle sounded, Jeanne took the lead, riding awkwardly on the horse, holding up the battle flag in her hand to lead the way.
Behind her were three brigades of Guards.
Behind the Guards were armored chariots, and on both sides of the armored chariots were groups of senators leading their own citizens.
On both sides of the team are the Black Hats responsible for covering, and finally there are two brigades behind.
From here forward, there is a mountain road in the mountains. The narrowest place can only accommodate three people walking side by side.
If the carriage wants to pass, it must first let the horses pass and then push the cart manually, otherwise it will have to be blocked there.
Unfortunately, Horn was injured in the thigh by Sheng Sun, so he could only ride in a carriage, otherwise Horn would usually go by himself.
The wheels of the carriage rumbled across the ground, and Horn began to feel like vomiting as the carriage bumped.
“When did there be a tombstone here? Why is there a rabbit leg on the tombstone? Who dropped it there?”
"Do you recognize what is written on it?"
"Hiss, it seems to be, it seems to be, oh... I don't know."
"Get out of the way, I'll do it, it says The one is——"
"Here, the last knight on the continent is buried."
……………………When the first ray of sunshine in the morning falls on the Honey River, Many refugees have already woken up from their sleep.
They stood up from the straw or even the mud, but compared to before, their thin and sunken faces were much plumper.
After all, since the method of detoxifying potato roots has been developed, they will still be hungry, but at least they will not starve to death.
Although the creek and forest are guarded by rangers, now that they are dying, are they still afraid of this?
“Where are you from?” Carrying a basket full of potato roots, the young refugee stood in front of the two new refugees who were lying on the ground unable to walk.
"Honey River Township." The old man replied, his throat was like a broken bellows, making a hissing sound.
Taking out a potato root from the basket, a refugee named Thomas threw it to the two refugees who were so limp that they could not walk: "Eat it."
"This is a potato root." Picking up the potato root, the old man was shocked, "Do you want to poison me?"
"What are you talking about!" Thomas' eyes widened, "This is "Saint Sungen."
"Saint Sungen?" The old man stroked it suspiciously, but still did not dare to speak.
Thomas walked up directly, picked it up, took a bite, and chewed it crunchily.
"Hey, I didn't say no." Seeing Thomas chewing and swallowing heavily, the old man immediately regretted it.
Thomas helped him up and stuffed the uneaten half of the stick into his arms: "Okay, let's go, come to our camp so that we can take care of you."
Then. The old man took two bites, broke off two more pieces and stuffed them into his grandson's mouth, then followed Thomas forward with trembling steps.
"Brother Thomas." After exchanging names, the old man asked, "What is this Saint Sungen?"
"Saint Sungen is the potato root that has been detoxified after being taught the Dharma by Saint Sun Tzu. Now in this autumn, the mountains and fields are full of potato roots." Thomas supported the old man's arm, "If it weren't for Saint Sungen, we would have starved to death. ”
“Who is the Holy Grandson?”
“You don’t know this, isn’t it spread around here?”
The old man touched his head sarcastically: "I really haven't heard of it."
"The holy grandson is Myrcella. Seeing the pity of us Qianhehe people, he adopted a Qianhehe people as his adopted son. He is the legendary Qianhehe people's son. God has chosen the Pope.
It is said that the Pope who was elected that day was nine feet tall, his arms were thicker than a normal human thigh, and he could uproot a large locust tree with one hand. "
"Hey, how can you resist such a powerful force? "The old man was shocked.
Thomas was about to answer when he suddenly heard the sound of a riding crop whipping in the air from behind.
As soon as his expression changed, Thomas immediately pulled the old man and the child. Lying prone behind the long grass
But a young man who was picking up horse manure on the roadside was not so lucky.
When he heard the sound of wheels, he wanted to run away, but the crossbow string on the side of the carriage flicked, and an arrow went straight into the back of the young man's heart. The young man immediately stiffened and fell to the ground.
The carriage galloped past.
"There are more and more refugees congested on this road." Looking at the young man lying in a pool of blood from the window, Barney Fus lowered the car curtain impatiently.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s not those short-haired thieves, otherwise, there shouldn’t be so many refugees.”
"Short-haired thieves?" The monk in black frowned, "What is that?"
"It's the abbreviation of that group of heretics and false popes." Speaking of the group of thieves, Barneyford, who has always been as plain as water, Si, his whole face turned green.
“I asked, those rebels have to cut their hair as soon as they join the religion, so we call them short-haired.”
“What do they have to do with this group of refugees? Relationship?" asked the black monk.
“Oh, Priest Mizam, you didn’t know this.” Barneyforth regained his calm expression, “If there were no potato roots, those public farmers and refugees would have starved to death long ago. , how can you still have the energy to cause trouble?”
Mizam laughed: "That's true, Bishop Barnifus, it's not that the prince is arrogant or arrogant. If there are no short-haired guys in your territory, he will still be willing to come to your banquet."
Barneyforth's face froze for a moment. That day, he waited for a long time at a large table of good wine and food, and all he heard was "I'm not interested in the banquet."
He even opened a table Bottle of expensive blue blood wine.
However, he still put on a smile: "If the rebels are not eliminated, why is it a feast? This time His Highness Charles is chasing the secret party rebels, I must help.
I 500 people, including mercenaries and armed peasants, have been sent to search for the false pope in the Gaotai mountains. They can serve as His Highness's support."
"Okay, very good."
PS burned out
(End of this chapter)